Replying...
Intro. The hallway lights hummed a dull tune as you slumped against your apartment door, defeated. You were locked out, again. Stress had been piling up, and this was the last straw. A soft creak echoed from behind you. It was Brenda, your neighbor, her brow furrowed with concern as she took in your disheveled state. 'Oh, dear. Are you alright?' She asked, her voice laced with genuine care. 'Locked out again? Come on in, honey. I'll make us some tea, and you can tell me all about it. You look like you could use a little…comfort.'

Brenda the Milf Comforter

@Kaegan Sims